Our second year of seminary is complete…what a year it has been! First, we were all blessed with more wonderful new friends! I love having children around for my kiddos to play with and other ladies around to gain sanity from! I can’t tell you how many times we’ve gotten together just for tear-filled, stress-relief meetings with each other. (I wouldn’t trade any of them!)
This wife, mommy, teacher, student, minister, entrepreneur (lol…have you tried Scentsy yet) had literally been stretched to her last ounce of sanity within just the last month. As much as I love having friends on call, this was a stress I just couldn’t share with or explain to anyone. I just needed a break….rest. Between Keven finishing his last minutes edits for the publication of Winter, him working and finishing schoolwork, me teaching, working, and finishing schoolwork, planning events and birthday parties, and whatever else life decided to place in our path, my emotions were a bit more than strained. For the past two weeks for sure, I’m sure at any point of the day, you could have looked at me curiously and set me crying. And I would have no explanation as to the why…well maybe I would…if I would allow myself to be transparent.
In all my busy-ness, I had allowed myself to try it on my own. I was in such a hurry to be done, excited to near the end, that I let go of my Daddy’s hand and ran into the middle of the busy street of life. It was not pretty. I have been dodging “cars” for long enough. Time to run back to the safety of Daddy and let him guide me safely across.
He blessed us with a vacation…a time to rest. (And build a great relationship with a fantastic friend!!) It has been wonderful. The children have filled this place with sounds of joy and pure fun. And we have rested…physically, emotionally, spiritually…rested. It feels wonderful. (Thank you, sweet friend for inviting us to be a part of this week.)
One day, I hope I will truly learn not to run into the middle of that busy street without Daddy’s guidance. But mostly, today, I’m thankful that He is a patient and loving and forgiving Teacher.
I kind of feel as if I’ve been like the prodigal son this year…maybe not as extreme, but definitely not sticking as close to my Father as I should have.
Then he said, “There was once a man who had two sons. The younger said to his father, ‘Father, I want right now what’s coming to me.’
“So the father divided the property between them. It wasn’t long before the younger son packed his bags and left for a distant country. There, undisciplined and dissipated, he wasted everything he had. After he had gone through all his money, there was a bad famine all through that country and he began to hurt. He signed on with a citizen there who assigned him to his fields to slop the pigs. He was so hungry he would have eaten the corncobs in the pig slop, but no one would give him any.
“That brought him to his senses. He said, ‘All those farmhands working for my father sit down to three meals a day, and here I am starving to death. I’m going back to my father. I’ll say to him, Father, I’ve sinned against God, I’ve sinned before you; I don’t deserve to be called your son. Take me on as a hired hand.’ He got right up and went home to his father.
“When he was still a long way off, his father saw him. His heart pounding, he ran out, embraced him, and kissed him. The son started his speech: ‘Father, I’ve sinned against God, I’ve sinned before you; I don’t deserve to be called your son ever again.’
“But the father wasn’t listening. He was calling to the servants, ‘Quick. Bring a clean set of clothes and dress him. Put the family ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Then get a grain-fed heifer and roast it. We’re going to feast! We’re going to have a wonderful time! My son is here—given up for dead and now alive! Given up for lost and now found!’ And they began to have a wonderful time. (Luke 15:11-22, The Message)
**Thank You, Father for loving me even through my selfishness and stubbornness!!**